Tangled Grief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tangled Grief



Downhearted, tangled in weeds of grief,
sojournly leading self astray, stepping
in puddles of disarray, and awkwardly
stumbling away.

Disappearing down bridle paths, getting
closer to nature, feeling it's healing
balm sooth my being's soul with faith.

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